Nor did he fear the result of a
trial with steel, for he had kept himself in practice and
improved his skill since the days when he came first to Strelsau.
"As you will," said he. "Provided we settle the matter here and
now, the manner is the same to me."
"Put your revolver on the table, then, and I'll lay mine by the
side of it."
"I beg your pardon," smiled Rudolf, "but you must lay yours down
first."
"I'm to trust you, it seems, but you won't trust me!"
"Precisely. You know you can trust me; you know that I can't
trust you."
A sudden flush swept over Rupert of Hentzau's face. There were
moments when he saw, in the mirror of another's face or words,
the estimation in which honorable men held him; and I believe
that he hated Mr. Rassendyll most fiercely, not for thwarting his
enterprise, but because he had more power than any other man to
show him that picture. His brows knit in a frown, and his lips
shut tight.
"Ay, but though you won't fire, you'll destroy the letter," he
sneered. "I know your fine distinctions."
"Again I beg your pardon. You know very well that, although all
Strelsau were at the door, I wouldn't touch the letter."
With an angry muttered oath Rupert flung his revolver on the
table.
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